When Betty said she loved that man, on that morning, I wonder where the words fossilized? If they sheltered in the red wool pattern of his prayer rug? That's if she said it before fasting from her night words. Maybe she said it before noon prayer? knowing. knowing. Keeping play in tact for the six […]
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